http://slow.writerscafe.org/stephsand14 The original writings of author stephsand14 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775994128 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was not Loss, for I had my hands full,And all the Losers are lacking It was not Time, for I had more than enough,And the bell sung its tune each hourIt was not Worry, for under my skinI felt nothing crawlNor a need for Rest, for my eyes were openWhile everyone else slept And yet, I tasted nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1973660/ I dance to a rare tune in my bloodstreamThere is purpose growing inside of meI’m getting so close I can see my dream  Taking risks that are considered extremeBut how else do I get to feeling free?    I dance to a rare tune in my bloodstream .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1868958/  Thislittle bird wants to flyHereyes desperately seekSheprepares her wings for flightShedreams of the highest peakOfblending with the pink skyAndno longer being meekHerfeathers increase in might Sheslips but lifts her strong beakShestretches.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1863191/ I’m thankful for the times I haven’t won.They test me and push me to be better.I’m thankful for the times I have won. They teach me how to be confident. I’m thankful for the times I’ve cried.They show that I still care and love. I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1863190/ She doesn’t feel readyShe never isShe is scared of putting herself out there     YearsagoShe denied herself the chance to changeShe has an opportunity      Thistime She wants to take itShe is going to risk itShe is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1863189/ The knocking of gold bullets recededHer body unknotted from a tight holdSilence and smoke invaded her senses They retreated and marched to the trenchesShe steadied herself and opened the door Empty shells glistened on the dirty floor  A loose tire rolled passed her on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1845438/ Sons and daughters of the Great RecessionWork 9 to 5 with passion pushed asideIt’d be unwise to make a transgression   Others are vying for your position They are blameless but stay disqualified Sons and daughters of the Great Recession Diplomas u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1839033/ I want to know thesecret to getting To You Discover themysterious roads that Lead Me To You I have a feelingthere are pathways withMy Name Hidden under massivetrees whose branchesObstruct the lightthat would allow me to See Moments of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1833774/ We sharethe same bloodYou’re astrangerWe pretendWe imitateWe don’tcareYou’rethere I’m here  I don’tunderstand youYou don’ttry to understand me  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1811969/ You aretangible I can feelyou You tell methe truthYou let mebe me and you love me for meThat’s whyI love you That’s whyI make time for youThat’s whyI share my dreams with youYou deserveto know meYou deserveto know the real meAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1811968/ It’s a crime to feel as I feelTo hurt as much as I hurtTo cry as much as I cryIt’s a sin to not be a rockI’m toldTo be hard is a blessingTo be strong is an advantageI’m at a disadvantageI’m too softToo breakableAnybody can touch m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1811966/ What doyou do when all you want to do is cryAndeveryone is expecting you to smile?What doyou do when all you want to do is runAndeveryone is pulling every string to make you stay? What doyou do? What doyou do when your throat is closing in on you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1804727/ I had adream and your angelic presence was in it Tired ofcarrying the weight of life and its disappointmentsYouoffered to take me with you I accepted I wantedmy mom and dad to come with meYougranted me the wish A baby in awhite carriage A car washeaded in its direct.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1801725/           I used to quiver in your presence,          But today, I stood up for myself.          I used to doubt my existence,         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1795141/ I walkedon my garden and found a rose, White assnow, the only one of its kind. The redones were burning, but this one froze. Abandonedand unused, but no one mind. It lookeddown, as if to surrender,For it wasaware that Lust succeeded, And that thisworld had a new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1788108/ She lookedat an image for too long andIt lostits worth.  It used tohold a sense of truth, A touch ofbrilliance, and An inch ofperfection.  Ephemeralfeelings that left   Withoutpermission and left her hollow.   What onceshowed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1788105/ I wantedstabilityI wantedtranquilitySo Iforced myself to stayMy mindneeded nurturingMy soulneeded DestinyBut Iclosed myself and stayed I desiredto be freeI desiredto be meButconvention made me stayFar in thedistance I seeAll that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1788101/ As achild, I was close to drowning.As achild, a car almost hit me. Life wasagainst me; Death didn’t want me. They mighthave been warnings of harsher days,Preparingme to be resilient,Telling mealways to be vigilant,Cautiousof the direction I walk towards,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1788096/ Do youremember that one hug you craved?Youpulled, I embraced, but it was instant. Do youremember how you left me dazed?All day Iwas here, and you were distant. Eyes thatmet but did not speak to releaseAll thetruth that was building within us.Thisfleeting encount.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1788095/ The Mind seeks stability.Monotony settles in,Builds a Home with a tall stable fence,Nothing comes in nor comes out. Society gives blessings,Those who listen and obeyAre safe from perusal and judgement.The Mind simply perishes.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1776438/ A visceral poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1775289/ I despise the fact that you make mewait.Where are you?  Out running around, I bet. Should have known when I chose you as mydate.  My love - I think I’m on the verge ofhate,But, if you decide to come, I’llleap.  Yet,I despise the fact that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1739640/ Your past never releases you, it stays. It remains there, every bit of cheating.Be aware - It will come on certain days.                         &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1739075/ When I see children play in the playground,Gliding on swings that brighten darker days,I see a girl who once liked swinging too. This little girl, quiet and not so bright,Unmasked herself, while up on a swing. Children stared in awe because of Envy. Although they yelled, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1739065/ I looked all around and found no delight,I searched for Joy, but I did not find it.Bliss was needed, but she was out of sight. I went out for a walk and found a pit. Maggots crawled and I felt I found my ground. There was no Sun, nothing that could spot me. I stood still to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1738131/ Americans are admired becauseThey always get what they want.Why else would so many come to this country?Why else would they abandon their cultureAnd their families to make a few dollars?They say it’s better to be poor in America,Than to be poor in their own country... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1737103/ He gets out of his expensive andPriceless vehicle.  He makes surehe leaves It protected, because God forbid he Would lose it.  If that wouldhappen, he wouldHave enough to get a new one.  ButheRather not risk it.  Can youblame him? He grew up receiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1737082/ He claimed that he would bring justice,According to him the last dictatorWas robbing us of a good life. We, commonPeople believed him.  We did notsee thenWhat we see now.  Peopledisappear onceThey speak out.  They becomeghosts, foreverTo be silence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephsand14/1737074/